Page 810 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“Soon,” she answers my brother descriptively.

“Could you be more specific, DN? I don’t know how to read your mind yet—it’s a work in progress.”

“You will never get past the walls in my mind,” she says tonelessly, eyes staying closed, and Tiger sticks his bottom lip out. “But if you must know . . .” He perks up again. “It is the day after The Bonding Games finishes.”

“Awww . . . you’re just a baby,” Tiger coos, and I shoot him a what-the-fuck? look because she’ll be turning nineteen, the same age as him. And it’s not like this is news either; even if none of us knew her exact date of birth, her age is always splashed everywhere, highlighting the phenomenon she became from crushing her first Bonding Games back in 4052 at only thirteen years old.

Ezla’s brown eye opens a slit, a death stare revealed digging into Tiger.

“I’m sorry!” he shrieks, raising his hands in defence—before he immediately realises his mistake when her glare intensifies, smacking his hands back down a little bit too close to her ass . . . which my eyes have a feast on as I watch the cheeks jiggle slightly . . . and her thighs tighten subtly.

She liked that.

My eyes whip up to her face, then back to her ass. Tate grunts and adjusts himself in my peripheral, while Alby’s eyes dart everywhere like he’s trying to be respectful but ultimately failing as his wide gaze keeps flitting back to her backside.

I move then, allowing myself to give in to the unrelenting desire that’s been pummelling me this entire time, no matter how hard I’ve tried pushing it to the background. Swallowing thickly, my right hand smooths down her back again . . . before going lower. Reaching the desired destination, I grip a handful of that plump ass, a rough huff of breath leaving my lips as they part in awe.

And Ezla moans.

She doesn’t unleash her razor-sharp claws, doesn’t slice into me with an icy dagger of vicious words. She moans for me.

“Do you like that, Love?” I rasp, giving her ass cheek a firm squeeze.

“Hmmm . . .”

My lips twitch as I fight to contain my smile. “Will you give me your words?”

An eye opens to spear another glare through the air, aiming it at me this time, before it closes again. That’s all I get.

Suddenly, Tate’s hand snaps down her body, snatching up her other ass cheek in a much rougher grasp than I did. He grunts, shamefully rubbing his dick through his briefs with his free hand as he massages her flesh—before pulling his hand back and smacking it hard, making it bounce.

Brows darting up my forehead, I worry he might have gone too far, that Ezla will bare her fangs now and strike without hesitation. But again, before that thought’s even fully formed, she does nothing of the sort.

But rather arches her spine and raises her ass for more.

A whack! cuts through the air in the next second as my brother very rudely whops my hand away in place of his own, eyes wide with excitement as he gropes our Bonded enthusiastically, and I internally grouch.

Watching with hooded eyes, Cooper asks lowly, “Do you want more, Vengeance?” Wetting his lips, he reaches out more hesitantly, as if he’s not yet sure if it’s a good idea to touch her, but he ultimately gives in; trapping his lower lip between his teeth, two fingers hook under the strap of her thong, tugging the fabric almost teasingly and drawing it tighter between her ass cheeks.

Stretching out like a cat, Ezla rises to her knees and looks over her shoulder at us. “Please me,” she orders in something like a threatening purr, deadly but with a texture like satin.

Holy hells.

Lava floods my veins.

I’d considered myself dominant before, and I still do. But I never thought I’d be so quick to obey commands, not from anyone.

But she’s not just anyone.

Glancing over at Tiger, we communicate without words, reading each other faultlessly after years of training together, learning each other’s techniques, each and every tell, effortlessly knowing what the other wants. We might not have planned for this, but that understanding passes without issue to this exact moment, and hooking a finger in the damp fabric covering her pussy, he stretches it, pulling it to the side.

Alby makes a strangled sound, just a wheeze of breath, as if his body can’t find any more to choke out. He’s got the best view of that hot, wet flesh with his position by her feet, and I know he’s never experienced anything like this before, so I’m not surprised he’s glitching. My brother isn’t faring much better, and he gapes, mouth open, eyes bugged out of his head and locked between those oil-coated thighs.

“Pleasure her, fuckers. Or move. I’m only letting you share my girl because you said you could give her what she needs,” Tate rumbles, and Cooper throws him a scathing look.

“So pretty . . .” Alby whispers, finally managing to make his tongue work, although he’s very much still in a daze, gaze a replica of Tiger’s.

“Holy shit.” My brother is still looking at Ezla’s pussy as if it’s a mystical artifact that’s just been revealed to the world, and he swipes his thumb through her folds before sticking the digit right in his mouth. “Oh, wow. Wifey, you taste so good,” he moans.